Claydol, Claydol, with Cosmic Power,
Is it now thy final hour?
Other techs were sure to cower,
Can I please buy you a fancy flower?
Oh how dearly we would pay,
Sometimes $30 in your day.
You were a star on eBay,
2-3 we used to play.
Your attack, of course, was really lame,
But with other props, why should we blame?
Many crappy hands you overcame,
Will the game e’er be the same?
How we loved to tech you in,
To draw more cards again and again,
More than one game you helped to win,
You should have had your own tin.
We now wake with up fear,
And wonder why you’re no longer here,
We’re just bummed, that is clear,
Let’s all go out and have a beer.
So here’s to a card that had it all,
Adios, farewell, your last role call.
I’ll keep your photo on my wall,
My dear beloved friend Claydol.